See It For What It Is

The fire burns, tempestuous rain raging, stokes, fires spirit; a leaping energy, after burners thrusting in flight; a searing phantasm. Fire phantasms, like phosphorous, burns. It becomes in its flight, An angry dragon, raging. Such is the spirit of energy. When you see a spirit, unlike a phantasm; pure energy, in its burning; does not rage, while in flight. The cosmic flight of a sacred spirit, need not rage. The phantasm, Fueled by fear, burns; it’s fickle energy. A sacred souls energy, in its spirit flight, will brightly burn, it’s the power of such a spirit. Recognize a phantasm by its dark energy rage. Onward raging, in its miserable flight; the foolish phantasms are dirty energy; unlike sacred spirits; they have a cold and dark burn. Burn your rage, you foolish phantasms. The sacred energy, of spirits is golden. Spirits in their joyous flight, have a benevolent burning.